#sinforthenight

[blccmngs]

sinforthenight 

Lace against bare skin was itchy and it took everything in Raleigh to not reach up and fuss with the top every five minutes. There was something to be said about how the only problem he had with his... outfit was how uncomfortable the lace bralette that he found was. Short skirt, mid-drift exposed plus socks that came up to his thighs with some white tennis shoes? He had no problem with that. He also had no problem with the lace panties that he had found to match the bra. The bra was the only thing that bothered him and tempted him to mess with how he looked in an attempt at some relief. 

Not that he had time to fuss with it, anyway. Head popped up at the sound of approaching footsteps and a bright smile spread across his features at the sight of his boss. The others who were with him merely got a nod of acknowledgment before his focus was back on Cain, something dancing behind his eyes. “Everyone said that we could dress up for the Halloween thing,” he said with a small shrug and smoothed out his skirt. It wasn’t like he was lying, anyway, so the whole thing could be seen as innocent if you didn’t know Raleigh.

Nervous fingers fussed with his hair so he wouldn’t tug at the top, blue hues focused on his boss once again. “Do I look good? I want everyone to be falling over me,” he joked as his grin grew.

[prettymxn]

@sinforthenight​ liked this post for a starter from trace

“Babe, I can’t believe that you talked me into this” Trace sighed as he ran his hands through his long brown hair, “It has been forever since I have let anyone cut my hair, man” the barber admitted before adding, “You’re lucky that you were a good fuck last night. I don’t just give out shit to anyone” Trace smirked before he tapped the other male’s plump ass.

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

@sinforthenight | ♥ For: anyone

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“I don’t like to see familiar faces.” The line is delivered almost like a vocal shrug as if he really was as indifferent to his own statement or the actual truth behind it as he’d like to pretend he is. His eyes aren’t even trained on the other, rather focused on his fingers picking at the peanuts he had laid before himself on the table. It seems meaningless, almost, to walk into any sort of pub or bar at this hour of the night and only get something to half-heartedly munch on. But he had walked in here for something meaningless, anything that might distract him from his current boredom, from the exhaustion that comes from within. He just hadn’t expected that something to be this conversation partner. “Do you know why?”

[unsctisfied]

based on this song for @sinforthenight

Nathan held the cigarette between his fingers. Another shot of whiskey was down the hatch. He didn't do this shit well. The man was the least adept at expressing himself verbally. It was almost ironic since writing was his passion. It's where he revealed the deepest parts of his being. They were intertwined with that. Honestly, he would die for them. No questions asked and he'd do whatever they needed. He'd protect them. If only, he could just say the words. Just tell them how much they meant to him. That he loved them. “Look, I know it makes you feel alone,” he tried, just wanting to be honest. Baby, I'd die for you, he wanted to say. Instead he shook his head and took poured himself another shot. Again it tossed it back. “Just sorry...”

[jvsminerose-moved]

♡ ˙ * ✧ ━━  ❪ closed starter for @sinforthenight​ ❫

Jacob steps out of the van, glancing up at the exterior of the vast building in front of him. It’s pretty normal for his bakery to get large requests for big events; in fact, he’s actually catered for some high-end and luxury events before, so this is second nature to him. There’s a week-long conference in a casino hotel that’s not too far from the city and whoever is running it asked his bakery’s assistance to help provide dessert. 

He carries the boxes of pastries, some cooked and some that are ready to bake into the building. He’s a bit surprised when he walks in; he expected the typical casino with loud, clashing sounds from the slot machines and the faint smell of cigarettes. But the casino looks gorgeous: it’s sleek, modern, and inviting. He could actually see himself checking into this place and staying here. Jacob then glances around, realizing that he doesn’t know the way to the kitchen. Zero-ing in on a worker who is facing the other way and talking to another customer, he then starts booking towards him. But, when the worker turns to him and their eyes meet, Jacob stops in his tracks, his heart pounding and his stomach turning inside out. He almost drops the box of pastries in his arms as memories of a college relationship and heartbreak flooding back into his mind

“Cain?!” he exclaims to his ex-boyfriend. He doesn’t even remember the last time they talked; they didn’t even see each other during graduation, mostly because, halfway through senior year, Cain decided to call things off and disappear off the face of the earth (which Jacob definitely ISN’T bitter about). In a haze of anxiety, confusion, shock and residual heartbreak, Jacob blurts out the first question that pops up on his mind. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

[undroids]

@sinforthenight ; ilhoon and geoff.

When he moved, he wasn’t expecting to find his ex-boyfriend to be his neighbour. With that, his plans changed ― by a whole lot. He wasn’t supposed to make friends, let alone talk to anyone during his stay, but meeting Geoff once more messed up everything ― his plans, his mind, his heart. How was he going to tell the other that he had to leave, yet again? It would be dangerous for him to stay for too long in one spot, but he found himself being attached to the taller male once more. His heart was yearning for the other, but things would only get complicated if he told the man what he felt, but there he was, standing in front of Geoff’s door with a box of pizza in his hand as he knocked. “Dinner?”

[dcvilsidc]

It should have been no surprise, the universe’s consistent need to fuck her every chance it got. She was no more kind to the people in its world that the world had been to her. She was a beast. A nightmare. A thing created by fear itself and left to feast on the scraps. The trash - a scavenger. 

But Mina had never been anything but stubborn. Immovable when feet were planted upon the earth that hated her so. Every move she made was an uphill battle - so much so, that it didn’t feel like it anymore. It was just that: life. Her life, and somewhere in her twisted and gnarled journey, he had fallen upon her path. What was more surprising was that he stayed to walk it with her. Similar in more ways that she had anticipated and for the first time in her miserable life, she had reason to fight.

She had found something more important than her own survival and that had been a heavy notion to carry.

“Stop fussing with it.” 

Both bodies were riddled with the story of their separations, and their reunions.

Knuckles were brought up to her lips in an almost uncharacteristic fashion, gentle as lips brushed over the fresh wounds. What was heavier was knowing that, perhaps without her, his chances of survival were greater. Wes was capable of fitting in - she wasn’t.

“Have you given thought to my offer?” Her out. Her wiping clean everything they were up to this point. Her releasing him from chains she was sure he didn’t realize he was wearing. 

@sinforthenight

[hollowed-dreams-rp]

@sinforthenight

It’d been a week long fling by this point. It seemed the two couldn’t stay away from each other for longer than a night. When Nathaniel had found out Aric travelled a lot, the need to touch him only grew every time they met. 

A late night booty call, which immediately began as Aric walked in the door. They’d began kissing, touching, and within an instant they were in Nathaniel’s bedroom, breathless. “Fuck me,” Nathaniel moaned, his hands moving to rip Aric’s shirt from his body, revealing skin that had been marked with hickies and bites over and over again by him. He had never been so in need before that he forgot to turn off the lights, but since he was still clothed, it hadn’t crossed his mind yet.